"Major General, let's..."
"What's wrong? Could it be that Tang Ping dares not to admit that we are not the Tang Army? Since we are the Tang Army, what are you afraid of?"
The speaker was a group of soldiers who had walked to the entrance of the commercial street.
They came from Beiyan Protectorate, and the leader was Hou Junji's son-in-law Helan Chushi.
This man is about the same age as Tang Ping, but now that Tang Ping is the famous Duke Ping, he can only stay in this bitter cold place in Yanbei and dominate.
Comparing the two, naturally he was full of dissatisfaction with Tang Ping.
Now the voices coming from Guizhou City vowing to defend Datang to the death made him even more frightened, but he was just holding on for the sake of face.
"Come on, let us see what Tang Ping is capable of and what kind of commercial street he has built!"
"Also, you remember, no matter what the things here are, we have to show that we don't like them!"
"Don't worry, Major General. Although brothers are now nestled in the land of Yanbei, they also traveled to many places in the past. What haven't you seen?"
"That's right, that's right. Besides, we haven't been short of money in Yanbei these years. Even the latest gadgets from Chang'an are sold to Yanbei in just two or three months, isn't it? What's so surprising?"
"We won't give this place a good look. Don't they just want to make money from us? After we go back, we will make this place worthless. Then we will rely on the poverty in Guizhou City. Haha, I think he is like this How many days can a commercial street be open?"
A group of people all spoke in agreement with Helan Chushi, making him nod with satisfaction.
Hou Junji agreed to Tang Ping at that time, but he only planned to arrange a small team to come over. Then he was not worried, so he sent his son-in-law as the leader.
When we reached the commercial street entrance, a young man was already waiting here.
"Are a few of you from Yan Beijun here? Please come inside, there is everything you need to eat, use and play!" The young man was very respectful, but Helan Chushi was very dissatisfied.
He is also Hou Junji's son-in-law, and he is one of the fourth, fifth, or sixth best figures in the Yanbei Protectorate Army.
Why did he send such a hairless boy to receive him when he got here?
So he didn't move, stood at the entrance of the commercial street, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and said, "I am Helan Chushi!"
"Oh, General Helan, please come in!" The receptionist still said calmly and respectfully.
"You!" Helan Chushi said angrily, "You don't know who I am?"
"I didn't know it before, but now I know it's General Helan Chushi!"
"Me!" Helan Chushi felt like he punched cotton, feeling as though he was too powerful to use it. Is this boy a fool? Or maybe he really doesn't know his identity.
"Our Major General Yuezhang is the Protector-General of Yanbei, Junjihou!" said a soldier who followed him.
Helan Chushi nodded with satisfaction. If he had this identity, he would be inferior.
"Oh, okay, my father-in-law is Major General Helan Chushi, who is the governor of Hou Junji. Please come in!"
Helan Chushi's face turned pale. His identity has been made so clear. You shouldn't have reported it. Not to mention calling Tang Ping out, at least Liu Bo, the guard of Guizhou, could come out, right? No matter what happens, you have to send a deputy general, right?
What's the big deal for such a boy who looks like a child to receive him here?
I don’t know whether this young man is really stupid or pretending to be stupid. It is still the territory of Guizhou City in front of everyone. He can’t argue with a child. He can only snort and say: "Huh, let me see what you have here." nice one!"
Entering the archway, Helan Chushi was in a trance. He had not seen such a crowded scene for a long time.
The last time we met, we were in Chang'an!
He became even more dissatisfied with Tang Ping. If it weren't for this person, he would still be working as an errand in the East Palace. After Li Chengqian took the throne of God, he would also rise with the tide. Why would he suffer in this land of Yanbei?
"Do you guys want to go shopping first, or find a place to eat?" the young man asked.
Helan Chushi touched his belly. He came from the military camp early in the morning and had not eaten yet, so he said: "Didn't you say that your commercial street has delicious food from all over the world? Let me, the general, see it."
The young man was not annoyed by his arrogant attitude and said with a smile: "It's natural, but I don't know where the general wants to eat?"
Helan Chushi glanced at the soldiers following him and said: "Most of us are from Henan Road, and we only eat food from Henan Road."
"Okay, go that way to Henan District." The young man pointed, and these people discovered that there was a sign about two people high on the side of the road, with several arrows pointing to the left, right, and right on it. Henan District was in that direction.
As the crowd came to the indicated direction, Helan Chushi was slightly startled again, because the accents of the people here all had a familiar local accent.
"Hot spicy soup, there is hot spicy soup here!" A soldier said excitedly, pointing to the sign of a stall.
"Here, there is Luoyang Water Feast!"
"Braised Yellow River carp, I haven't had it in years."
"Huh?" Helan Chushi frowned and looked back. What did he say before he came in? Why do each of them behave so badly?
At this moment, Helan Chushi's soldiers shouted excitedly: "General, look, you are holding the pot! Do you think the guy holding the spoon looks like the one under the big locust tree that we used to go to?" A thin cook who takes care of the cooking?"
"It seems, it's true!" Helan Chushi didn't know how many times he was in a trance.
In the past, when he was in Henan Road, this soldier followed him. At that time, there was a big locust tree in front of a store that they loved to go to. The cook inside was a thin man like a bamboo pole.
The so-called Languo dish is actually a stew dish, which is one of the traditional famous dishes in Henan Province and is also called "chowder dish".
The earliest braised dish in history can be traced back to the "Wuhou Mackerel" during the reign of Emperor Cheng of the Western Han Dynasty.
There are also different names in different places in Henan. In Pingdingshan, it is called "Lan Guo Cai".
And Helan Chushi came from there.
"Fang Zhugan, is it you?" Helan Chushi walked over and shouted.
The thin chef was busy at first, when he heard someone calling him, he looked up, and then shouted with joy: "Mr. Helan?"
Back then, Helan Chushi was not a general in his hometown, so he was naturally treated as a young master.
"Really you?" Helan Chushi sniffed excitedly.
That's right, it's this smell, it's this familiar smell. I've forgotten how long it's been since I've smelled it.
“It smells so good!”
Some people died, but not completely...
